You heard a leaf fall, she heard a house crash.

If I fall, look out for the crash. There won't be anyone left standing.

I heard a thunderous noise - like a ripping noise - and a great crash.

We were sitting in the basement and we heard this deafening crash.

A red leaf danced from a branch like a dropping flame, down into the calm blue lake. A gust had broken it free. There was a cold bite in the wind.
It was now deep autumn in the mountains.

The thing we hit as we head into fall is leaf-peeping, and leaf-peeping takes a lot of gas,